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Brie crushed her face against Sir’s shoulder when the young girl had left.
He chuckled. “What’s wrong, Brie? Can’t handle having a sub groupie?”
She groaned into his shirt.
He added, “A wise Master, huh? I prefer to be called intelligent, quick-witted, experienced. Wise…that’s for old men.”
She smiled up at him. “Sir, you are wise beyond your years.”
He patted her hand again without speaking as he walked her towards the next scene. Brie purred inside, loving this rare chance to connect. She wanted to ask him a thousand questions but stood beside him quietly, hoping he would open up.
The scene playing out in front of them consisted of three performers—a large, leather-clad Dom and two naked females. The redhead’s wrists were bound to the ankles of the blonde. She enthusiastically lapped the blonde’s bare mound while the Dom fucked her with an enormous glass dildo.
Sir grunted softly. “The overabundant use of toys remains a mystery to me. I understand the visual effect for the audience, but wielding a dildo is never as satisfying as using your God-given instrument.”
Brie wanted to tell him that he had the most perfect God-given instrument known to man. Instead, she replied, “I appreciate your perspective, Sir.”
“It is understandable that Doms and subs alike crave the newest toy, the latest fad, or the edgiest play, but in the end it comes down to a couple exploring their innermost fears and desires. The bells and whistles are really just for show. It’s the inner struggles and personal triumphs others can’t see that mark a successful D/s relationship.”
“I agree, Sir. I want to be stretched and honed all my life. I desire someone who will challenge my fears and make me confront my hidden desires, especially those I don’t even know exist yet.”
Sir chuckled lightly. “You will either be a Dom’s fantasy or his greatest challenge, Brie.”
She almost blurted, “What am I to you, Sir?” but thankfully her lips remained shut. It was too personal. She didn’t want to say or do anything that might ruin this time with him.
An unfamiliar Dom came up to Sir and asked to speak with him. They moved over to the social area and Brie stood silently by as the two men discussed the finer points of clitoral stimulation. She didn’t mind. In fact, she was proud to stand half-naked beside Sir, listening to the prudent advice he gave. She imagined other submissives walking past, admiring her red badges of courage as well as her handsome Dom, and it tickled her heart.
Auction Day: Mystery Dom
Brie had no idea who would win her for the fourth auction, or what to expect, since Mr. Gallant hadn’t assigned them to write in their journals that week. The girls gathered together with the normal sense of excitement just before it was to begin. Auction Days were always exhilarating. The sense of ownership and the thrill of the unknown were an unbeatable combination.
“You two are going to meet me afterwards, right?” Brie asked.
“Sorry, can’t,” Mary answered.
“Me neither, Brie,” Lea said. “My mother is coming into town for the week and I have to get things ready. I’m going to have to tell her about this course and I am a little scared, but I don’t really have a choice with these nightly classes.”
Brie gave her a squeeze. “Good luck with that, friend. I don’t envy you. However, I insist that we get together, even if it’s just for an hour tomorrow.”
“Well, if you are willing to meet near my apartment, we could go out for coffee or something,” Lea suggested.
Brie turned to Mary. “Will that work for you?”
“Sure, whatever. At least you aren’t going to try to point that damn camera at my face.”
Brie momentarily toyed with the idea of bringing it, just to bug her. “So, we’re agreed. Meet at Starbucks next to Lea’s place at noon. We can share our experiences then.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Lea said, pointing towards the left discreetly. Brie turned and saw Ms. Clark approaching.
“Miss Bennett, you will be first, then Miss Wilson, followed by Ms. Taylor. We have an unusual request for this one. A member of the audience has requested that Miss Bennett wear a blindfold before bidding begins.” The trainer whipped one out and proceeded to tie it around her head, a little too tightly for Brie’s liking.
Ms. Clark whispered, “He must have read about your weakness, Miss Bennett. I wouldn’t be surprised if you are thoroughly tested and punished today. I suggest you keep your eyes glued to the floor if you want the ability to sit by the end of the evening.” She said it with relish, as if she hoped Brie would fail and suffer greatly. The woman loved to be right, especially if it meant Brie was wrong.
Ms. Clark took her by the hand and led her onto the stage. Brie held her head at a respectful angle and placed her hands at her sides, open and relaxed. Despite the unusual circumstance, she would not let this get to her.
“Miss Bennett is twenty-two, with a bachelor’s degree in filmmaking outside these walls. Her trainers describe her as dedicated but undisciplined.” Brie forced her jaw not to drop.Undisciplined?That was such an insult!
“Being that this is our fourth auction, we will begin the bidding at four hundred,” the auctioneer stated. Brie was gratified that the bidding reached a thousand dollars before it ended. “Going once… Going twice… Sold to the man in the front.”
